kink meme 1.0

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By popular demand...

Our First Ever
Knights of Legend Kink Meme

 

What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing and a prompt/kink anonymously, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request- also anonymously (unless they choose to do it logged in). Fun way to get fic, fun way to find fic to write, and good if you're embarrassed to post! Fun for the whole fami- oh. Er, maybe not. You know what I mean! (Note that while this is called a kink meme, the rules are pretty fast and loose. Nonexplicit fic is also allowed, but there is generally a focus on kinky stuff or some form of character relationship of a sexual or romantic nature.)
 

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Rules

♦ Post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♦ Be respectful. 
♦ Both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♦ One pairing/prompt per comment please.
♦ You are encouraged to try and write one prompt for every request you make.
♦ We are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly.  Also pegging.
♦ No pairing bashing. No need to wank over ships.
♦ Long and short fics (drabbles) welcome. Multiple responses encouraged!

Have fun!

Comments

kat/gar ♥ secret lezbians

[rationalizes]

From her bed in their shared hotel room in Chicago, Kat issues a melodramatic sigh, head hanging upside down off the side as she looks over towards Gar, who is seated cross legged on top of her own bed, reading furiously something on her laptop screen.

When Gar doesn't respond to the sound, Kat rolls her eyes and then rolls over, propping her head up on one fist as she lets her gaze drag over the other girl. She rubs her thighs together the tiniest bit beneath the long gray t-shirt that's serving as her only pajamas, grinding her hips down imperceptibly against the pillow under her stomach and enjoying the rush of warmth down below. This is just not gonna cut it.

"Ga-ar," she says, just one step shy of whining, as she vies for her attention, sounding more annoyed than seductive by any stretch of the imagination. "You can't keep that up all night. Everybody else was asleep like three hours ago. It's gonna be sunset by the time you turn that off." It's funny, because usually she's the one glued to her laptop, but fuck it, she can be a hypocrite if she wants to be. "Come to bed."

It's an easy pretense to keep up, wanting to always share a room with her ex-mentor and ostensibly closest friend. The only shitty part is getting two twin sized beds instead of one that more comfortably sleeps two. She violently bitches about it whenever she gets the chance, behind closed doors, but Gar seems to bear the cross in silence.

"Just... just another ten minutes," Gar says absently, teeth clamping over the end of one finger, biting absently at the skin, a nervous habit as her eyes flick over the screen.

Yeah, no, this isn't working. Kat pushes herself up so that she's sitting up on her knees, and with a huff, rips the shirt off - the only thing she's wearing at all, really - balls it up, and then chucks it across the short space between beds.

Ideally, it would have hit Gar in the face, but instead it smacks her lid half-closed. She'll take it. Kat flops backwards to lounge against her pillow with one knee bent, eyebrows raised at Gar as she spreads her legs slightly to casually afford her a complete view of herself, a challenging look in her eyes, like "Whatchoo gonna do about it".

Gar's eyes widen a bit as she looks over, and the tiniest flush in her cheeks tells Kat that she's won already. It's funny, that no matter how long they've been doing this, she can still make Gar flustered. It's probably half the secret nature of their relationship at this point, really, but between Gar's uncertainty about how anyone would react and Kat's own desire to keep everyone from realizing all her vehement protests against relationships were bullshit and calling her on it, it's unlikely that that's gonna change anytime soon.

Kat grins widely as Gar lowers the laptop lid the rest of the way and sets her glasses on the nightstand. She lifts her hips a couple inches off the bed and waggles them, fingers brushing against her own naked breasts idly, an invitation.

"I'm falling asleep over here," she teases, and Gar unfolds her legs out from under her as she pushes the laptop over on top of the pillow of the bed that won't see any real use tonight. Her bare feet hit the floor, and she glances at the door, as if she had X-ray vision and a way to guarantee that everyone was sleeping and wouldn't hear anything. Kat's eyes roll again.

"Silence spell, remember?" Jesus, sometimes it's like fucking a frightened rabbit. She sits up, and reaches over to grab Gar by the fabric of her night-dress, yanking her forward, so that she'll look down at her. "Hey." Her blue-green eyes offer that sort of unyielding confident reassurance that she knows Gar needs, but there's need of her own in them that doesn't look up for debate. "C'mere."

Gar obliges, and sinks down onto her lap, as Kat's fingers push up the edges of her dress, sliding across the outsides of her thighs. Her grin widens at the warmth pressed against her naked lap, and she squirms beneath her. "Your tits look great in that thing, by the wa--" It's a baiting comment, meant to embarrass Gar into shutting her up, and it's successful, just like it always is. She shoves Kat lightly on the chest so that she falls backwards against the pillows, and presses her hips into hers as her lips cut off the rest of Kat's remark. One of Kat's hands slides up underneath the dress to cup said breast, squeezing it as if to accentuate the joke, and that only makes Gar kiss her more fiercely, her own fingers sliding through the back of the girl's long blonde hair, tangling in it.

The best thing, in Kat's opinion, about sex with Gar, is that most people wouldn't ever expect her to be so fucking into it. All that nice and proper British exterior, her easy blushes and tendency to stammer her way through conversations, vanished when she was in bed - at least in bed with someone who didn't ever make her second guess herself. Girl ate up Harlequin romance novels in her spare time: naturally she had that whole repressed amped up sex drive thing going on, and that was hella convenient for Kat.

There's no hesitancy, therefore, in the hungry way Gar licks and spills kisses against Kat's mouth and throat and collarbone, and Kat feels a certain possessive glee at knowing she's the only one who gets to see this side of her. Her other hand joins the first one in sliding up to fondle her rack beneath her dress, which she finally tugs up over her head in a show of frustration, cutting off the makeouts so that she can have unrestricted access to Gar's breasts.

Now that they're both naked, she trails her tongue up Gar's neck and then signals for her to roll over. She winds up on top of her, grinding her hips down with growing need as she lowers her mouth onto the other girl's before she can even really catch her breath. Tongues curl against each other, and Kat runs her fingers up Gar's inner thigh, provoking a murmur of pleasure as her eyes flutter closed. She draws her face away enough to look down at Gar with a look that's both fond and chastising, lifting her other hand to brush at her cheek and prompt her to open her eyes again.

"I want you to let go," she encourages. "Just stop thinking about shit for five seconds." Her hand below finds its way into the warmth right between Gar's legs, teasing her idly with brushes against the outside as she waits for a response. "Can you do that?"

Gar doesn't look in a state to protest, lips parted on the edge of a gasp, eyes darkened with desire as she manages to nod.

"Damn straight," Kat smirks, and she slides two fingers between the lips of her cunt, brushing from the bottom to the top as she moves to kiss her again, languidly licking at her lips and tongue. Gar's hand moves to the back of Kat's thigh, squeezing it as she releases a small exhalation of pleasure, a demand for more. "That's it." She rewards the response by thumbing her clit, and the moan that elicits prompts her to stop fucking around, her hand moving relentlessly to start getting her off.

Gar's head presses back into the pillow, forehead furrowing as she tries to stifle a too-loud cry, forgetting, like she always does, about the silence spell that makes it unnecessary. She does manage to say breathlessly: "I-- I want--" but that's about as much as she gets out before being too embarrassed to ask for it.

"You want what?" Kat's hand slows and she kisses down between her breasts, and across her stomach without really taking the time to linger. She pauses when her head is hovering between her legs, shooting her a wicked look. "This?" She looks at her as if she's shocked by the suggestion, but she can't manage that long before laughing. "I don't know, I thought you had some important work to be doing..."

Gar gives a strangled sound of frustration and then her hand moves to grip Kat by the back of her head and shove her face down against her cunt, which ... doesn't really stop the laughter for a second, but she'll fucking hold her there until she gives in and stops being a tease.

This time, she lets go, silence spell or not.